Onyx Wolf Rdr2 Novels & Stories

Standing beside Ronan now, there was little doubt as to why he was the Lycan King. “Oh, I’ll be damned if I am staying home for this!” Ryder chortled as he as well shifted into his smaller black wolf with his matching front white socks and mismatched blaze. Compared to Enzo and Ronan, Ryder’s wolf was nearly half the size, however he was still strong and fast and definitely an asset.

--- The armies gathered at the edge of the frozen lake as the sun rose. The Red River wolves were on the north, their fur dark, their eyes bright, their bodies tense. Ronan stood at their head, his face pale, his eyes burning with something that wasn't quite human. The Watcher had given him a second life, and it had twisted him into something I barely recognized.

In the center of the wide, ice-sheeted river, the two massive Alphas have already initialized the clash in their full wolf forms. Clyde’s thirty-foot obsidian shadow-wolf is a terrifying manifestation of pure midnight wrath, his massive paws cracking the thick river ice with every lethal, calculated bound. His shadow-aura rolls outward in dense, suffocating waves, trying to drown out the foreign scent of the deep South. But Jaxon is an ancient, unbroken pureblood, and his wolf form is a massive, heavily scarred crimson beast whose fur looks like dried blood against the snow. Jaxon moves with a savage, low-slung agility, his massive fangs bared as he lunges at Clyde’s throat, their gargantuan

The rogues stood there in total shock as we attacked them. My midnight black wolf, Estine, was ripping throats out left and right. My wolf is clearly the biggest wolf out here, killing rogues. Conrad and Max are a little smaller than me with brown wolves. Conrad's eyes are still a loving amber. However, Alpha River's human eyes are sky blue and his wolf, Max's eyes, are forest green. My pitch-black fur is covered in blood. The only thing that remains of my blackness are my coal-black eyes. I look around and the dead bodies of rogues are piling up.

The gray wolf, the leader, circles around behind me while the others keep me distracted. I realize too late what it's doing. It lunges for my neck. I try to dodge, but I'm too slow. Too tired. Its jaws are inches from my throat when suddenly it's knocked aside by a blur of dark fur. Ryder. He's shifted into his wolf form, massive and powerful. He tears into the gray wolf with a fury I've never seen from him. The other rogues hesitate, confused by this new threat. That hesitation is all I need.

I had seen this same scene so many times and it never got any easier. Memories of past raids flooded through my mind. The image of Onyx standing over the smoldering rubble of my home flashed before me. I choked down the emotions. Now wasn’t the time to process the past. If I didn’t act, there wouldn’t be a future. After taking in the situation for a few seconds, Onyx strode forward and directly into the fray. He grabbed one attacking wolf by its scruff and threw it several feet away, causing it to skid along the hard ground.

Yet, we didn’t give up. Darius’s wolf, Onyx, moved fluidly with commanding growls as he led his warriors to victory. I tried to match his rhythm as much as I could with my limited training and Alpha instincts. Together, we were ferocious and unforgiving, each protecting the other, each refusing to back down.

As I pulled up to the parking lot, I saw a crowd at the entrance. It wasn’t even nighttime, so why were there so many people at the door? I let out a sharp exhale as I stepped out of the car. As I walked to the entrance, I prayed silently, hoping that nothing had happened to Grimm. Or even any of my staff members at the club. The moment I reached the crowd, I caught a sharp stench of fresh blood. My wolf surged under my skin, ready to tear through anyone in the way. “Move!” I growled, shoving past the onlookers.

Eyrix stood across from him, firelight gilding his hair, shadows moving strangely around his silhouette. Then Eyrix looked at him. Ryder’s breath punched out of his lungs. Inside him, his wolf proud, battle hardened, undefeated went utterly still. And then it knelt, the sensation was violent in its quiet. Just the sudden, bone-deep understanding that something greater stood before it. Ryder’s hands curled into fists at his sides as instinct screamed at him to lower his head, bare his throat, submit. Ryder Blackfang did not submit but his wolf wanted to.

“My beloved.” Cold washes over me as Nyxara steps from the shadows like a nightmare taking shape. She looks divine, terrible, and furious all rolled into one. Her gown looks like it was woven from the night sky, and her eyes burn the same violet shade as my wolf’s, except twisted into something cruel. “Get away from him,” I snarl, pulling Kael against my chest. Nyxara smiles. It’s the kind of smile wolves make before biting. “Oh, little wolf,” she purrs. “You think you can keep what belongs to me?”